It was not like you to do that." "I could not bring myself to mar the further happiness of your night," he explained, feeling the words choke in his throat as he uttered them.
"My being present at the Opera House was all a mistake; I did not dream it was you until too late.

But the supper was another thing." She looked intently at him, her expression clearly denoting surprise.
"I really cannot believe you to be as indifferent as you strive to appear," she said at last, her breath quickening.

"One does not forget entirely in three short years, and I--I caught that one glimpse of you in the box.

It was that--that look upon your face which gave me courage to send my card to your room." She paused, dropping her eyes to the carpet, her fingers nervously playing with the trimming of her waist.

"It may, perhaps, sound strange, yet in spite of my exhibit of feeling at first discovering your presence, I had faith all day that you would come." "Is it possible you mean that you wished me there ?" "Quite possible; only it would have been ever so much better had I known before.